Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 125 Finding the Root
The man in white stared at Su Ji, and slowly pressed the hilt of his sword with one hand.

"Why are you following me? Could it be that you are Ye Linglong?"

Su Ji lowered his head, never saying a word, and a faint purple air wafted from his body.

The man in white drew out his sword and pressed towards Su Ji step by step.

"Don't tell? Then I have to let my sword ask you!"

In the voice, the sharp sword edge suddenly stabbed out!
The moment the sword tip touched his body, Su Ji disappeared without a trace!

Before the man in white had time to be shocked, his eyes suddenly went dark, as if his head became heavier and heavier all of a sudden.

When he raised his head with all his strength, he found that the scenery of the surrounding alleys crackled into pieces, and the ground under his feet shattered and fell off like shards of porcelain, replaced by darkness.

There was a faint aura between the frowning brows of the man in white, which was characteristic when he had cultivated to the second stage of Xuanqing.Although his current audio-visual ability has broken through to the extreme, and he can see illusions that ordinary people cannot see through, he still cannot see through the Cyan Nightmare Technique.

"Where is this?" The man in white murmured, and the hand holding the sword became more and more nervous.

He tried to focus on luck, but couldn't exert any strength.Although he had never encountered a similar situation before, he knew that it would definitely not be an easy task to get out of trouble.

"what did you do to me!"

There were a few echoes in the darkness.It was terribly quiet in his ears, he could only hear his own breathing.Scanning the darkness in front of him in horror, the man in white didn't know that he was in the nightmare state.

Su Ji's ethereal voice came from the darkness: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

That voice seemed to contain a kind of magical power, so that anyone who heard this sentence had to answer his question immediately.

The man in white replied: "My Taoist name is Jingyang, and I come from Feiyun Cave in Jialong Mountain."

"Jingyang?" Su Ji's voice hesitated a little, and then asked: "Do you know a man named Jingming?"

"Jingming is my senior brother..." There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the man in white clothes, and then dimmed, "... used to be."

"Not anymore?"

The man in white lowered his head and said sadly: "Senior brother Jingming and I started at the same time, in the prime of life, we worked hard to cultivate together, and now I am the only one left. Brother Jingming has an unruly temperament and does not want to be bound by many clear rules and precepts. Later, he left the teacher's sect and roamed about as a casual cultivator, accidentally went astray and colluded with the Jiejiao, and was imprisoned in the Linglong Tower Prison instead.

Jing Yang's tone contained an indescribable grief, more like a younger brother's condolences to an older brother than a younger brother's memory of his senior brother.

Su Ji noticed that Jingyang subconsciously used the word "going astray" when he mentioned "Jiaojiao" just now, and couldn't help asking:

"How do you expound the teachings?"

Jingyang snorted disdainfully, and said: "The heretics who are not in the world, the mob mixed with fish and dragons. Regardless of the fur and horns, wet eggs, even animals want to cultivate into immortals, it is an insult to the heaven!"

Looking at the elucidating monk who had learned the method of intercepting teachings, Su Ji couldn't help but feel a little ironic.

Su Ji asked the next question: "Why did you stare at that wanted notice just now?"

"I was ordered by my master to hunt down Ye Linglong. Master's fairy-binding rope was stolen in Wangxian Tower, this little thief must have done something good!"

"What is the origin of that Ye Linglong? Why is it so rampant recently?"

"Ye Linglong is one of the high priests of the Jiejiao in the past, a three-legged flower robber."

Three-legged flower thief?

Su Ji was slightly taken aback.He remembered that the three-legged flower thief didn't have a magic weapon on his body before his death. It can be seen that he had passed on all the stolen goods and his theft skills to this apprentice named Ye Linglong long before he was imprisoned in the Linglong Tower Prison.

After a while, Su Ji finally asked the last crucial question: "Where is the White Wolf King now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingyang's body shook suddenly, and he bit his lip with his front teeth, as if he was resisting to answer this question.

Obviously, this issue is a secret that must not be revealed to Jingyang.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the White Wolf King!" Su Ji urged sharply.

Jing Yang clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were protruding, and the mysterious and pure aura suddenly overflowed from his body!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Suddenly, the surrounding darkness dissipated instantly...

After an unknown amount of time, Jingyang's ears caught a hazy call, with a very urgent tone.

"Junior Brother! Junior Brother!"

The voice was very familiar, but Jing Yang didn't have time to think about who was speaking.Now his mind is overwhelming, and his body is so sore that he is about to fall apart.

"Junior brother! Wake up!" The call sounded again, becoming more and more clear.Her voice was trembling, and she was already crying, obviously very worried.

The light pierced the darkness through a gap.

Jing Yang slowly supported his eyelids, and saw a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and face shaking his body with his hands, with tears in his eyes.Unkempt hair and a kind expression on his face.

"Brother Jingming?" Jingyang was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that his many years of practice had allowed him to completely obliterate the worldly emotions, but at this moment he found that he still couldn't forget the deep friendship between his teachers and brothers.

"Brother...you are still alive! It's great!" Jing Yang felt a long-lost excitement in his heart.

Looking around, he found himself collapsed in an alley, completely unable to remember what happened just now.His current consciousness is in a daze, and he never thought that the Jingming in front of him was actually transformed by Su Ji's nightmare.

Su Ji said in an eager tone: "I've wanted to see you since I escaped from Linglong Tower Prison. Now that my wish is fulfilled, it's time for me to go."

"Where are you going, brother?"

"I'm going to Jiugong Mountain to find the White Wolf King and tell him a very important and urgent matter. Time is running out, I must leave now..."

After finishing speaking, Su Ji got up and was about to leave.

"Wait... Brother!"

"What's the matter, Junior Brother?"

"How do you know that the White Wolf King is in Jiugong Mountain?"

"This was told to me by a fellow Taoist, there must be nothing wrong with it."

Jingyang frowned immediately, hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "The people in the Jiejiao have ulterior motives, you have been deceived by them! The White Wolf King is not at Jiugong Mountain at all. He failed to assassinate Emperor Zhou. He was injured and escaped from Gaojing just now. He was hunted down by Chanjiao, and he should have fled to Kowloon Island by now."

"...Thank you, brother." Su Ji showed a faint smile, "Brother is alive and well, please don't feel sad for me."

In the voice, sleepiness welled up in Jingyang's eyes, his eyelids tried to close uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground alone and passed out.

After a cup of tea, an old Taoist with yellow hair walked from the alley, it was the Taoist with yellow eyebrows.

"Jingyang?" Seeing Jingyang fainted on the ground, Taoist Huangmei hurriedly bent down and tested it with his hands, "It seems that he just fainted...Grand Master Jifu, are you sure it's here?"

Xibo Jifu walked into the alley slowly, and said in a very positive tone: "This old man feels that the mysterious energy comes from here. There are no more than three people in the world who contain the mysterious energy, except for the old man, it must be the princess who is looking for it." that person."

"It's true, the Son of Heaven. For trivial matters such as the princess's illness, I have to trouble the Grand Master to do it myself."

Taoist Huang Mei let out a long sigh, and deliberately complained about Emperor Zhou in front of Xibo Jifu, to show his concern for the country and the people.

Xibo Jifu smiled lightly and said, "As early as 36 years ago, when I expropriated the Yi people in Nanhuai in Chengzhou, the emperor asked me to expropriate the beauties of the Yi people. I am used to this kind of thing."

In the voice, Xibo Jifu seemed to think of something and fell into a moment of memory.Looking at Jingyang on the ground, he said to Taoist Huangmei: "Master Taoist, please see if there is something missing from this person?"

Huangmei Taoist searched Jingyang, and found a white cloth purse, which was empty.

"The master of the Xuanling Pavilion shouldn't be Ye Linglong, right?" the Taoist with yellow eyebrows murmured.

Xibo Jifu pondered for a moment, then asked: "Master Taoist, do you know which is the best restaurant in Haojing City?"

"Of course I know. Every time Pindao comes to Haojing, he will definitely go except for Wangxian Tower..." Halfway through the words, Taoist Huangmei suddenly realized, "Pindao understands! Alcoholics will definitely go drinking when they have money!"

Xibo Jifu nodded, "It's not too late, we'll go find him now."

(End of this chapter)